Barefoot Days
I waited for May like a pardon from jail.
Each year I counted the days.
When whippoorwills started to call at night,
April was passing in haze.
The first day of May made my heart skip a beat.
Long had I waited, enthralled.
That was the time Momma said we could do it--
Throw out our shoes until Fall!
I'd run through the grass that was still wet with dew,
Free like a deer in the wood.
I would ramble wild for at least four long months
Barefoot as long as I could.
Music: Summertime
Author's Notes/Comments:
Every year I took my shoes off on the first day of May and ran through the grass like a deer. I still go barefoot, but don't tell anybody.
Jessica
onelilartist
Ah yes, I remember well when shoes were a part of your winter clothing. Not required in the summer.
Very flowing and whimsical....loved this free as a bird kind of feeling! Good write again!